The elevator doors opened with their usual “ding” to signal her arrival.

Dorota was in the kitchen; but when she heard the elevator she left her preparations for the inayofuata day’s breakfast to greet the little miss whom had been the cause of her worrying for the past three minutes.

“Miss Blair!”

There she was, in the entrance hall, not a single chokoleti curl out of place, not a single hair on her head harmed.

Blair was fine. She looked positively proud of herself, and the carrier bags adorning her arm.

Full of new clothes, perfect for tomorrow.

Dorota frowned at them.

“It is past ten. wewe were supposed to be back from Serena’s kwa ten. Your mama say wewe were to be in kitanda kwa ten.”

Blair pouted.

“It’s five past. Serena and I went late night shopping at Bendel’s. I’m fine.”

Dorota’s gaze was still hard, and challengingly, Blair tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and raised an eyebrow.

“Serena didn’t have to be nyumbani kwa ten.”

“Serena is very different. Your mama say she didn’t want to see wewe when she get home. Bed, Miss Blair.”

Blair’s proud smile fell.

It was just Dorota’s way of phrasing things.

Of course, her mother just meant that she didn’t want to see her up, when she should be in bed.

Spotted: S at Socialista surrounded kwa Regis Boys. I’d upendo to say the high-profile freshman had high standards (Socialista, Regis Boys, gin, gini Martini), but rumor has it that S ended the night easily. au should that be easy?

Party girls are fun, but shouldn’t freshmen be fresh?

Maybe this one’s a little precocious. She certainly doesn’t seem to have Lost any of that limelight from the boys, au me. Let’s see how this keeps up- I’ll be watching.

wewe know wewe upendo me, XOXO

Gossip Girl

Blair suddenly Lost her envy.

She didn’t want that kind of blogging- even if it did grant her public initial status.

She had to be the perfect one.

Though, it certainly didn’t seem to have Lost Serena any popularity.

Kati and Is were practically gaping in awe.

“I’ll ask her about it when she gets here.” Blair alisema to break the silence, and handed the phone back.

She didn’t know what to do.

She had to ask, but she wasn’t sure if it was something she wanted to gossip about.

Serena was her best friend.

“Ask her now, that looks like Serena coming across the street.” Is gushed, looking over Blair’s shoulder to the gates.

“Oh, my, God.” Kati commented.

Blair turned to look.

It was Serena, and everyone in the courtyard was staring.

Her hair and make up was perfect, as usual.

But it didn’t hide the way she was walking, the way her bag was slumped over her shoulder, and how tired she was.

Blair didn’t care who was watching, she ran over.

Then she stopped.

“Georgina?!”

Behind Serena was the brunette skank who wasn’t even going to their school for freshman year, because they wouldn’t have her unless she could improve her grades and attendance at a boarding school.

She was supposed to be leaving tomorrow; obviously she couldn’t go without causing trouble.

“Make sure she drinks this at morning break.” Blair was handed a bottle, and snatched it with a glare.

“Calm down.” Georgina laughed mockingly.

Blair took one look at Serena and saw nothing but red.

“Calm down? Calm down? What did wewe do to her?”

“Blair! Stop shouting.” Serena groaned, rubbing her forehead.

Blair winced.

“Georgina!” She yelled in a whisper.

“I kept her company last night. Then she left me for some boys from Regis, and kept one of them in particular company.”

Blair felt sick.

“What does that mean?”

“That Serena slept with one of them last night.” Georgina’s smile stretched playfully. “Not everybody’s destined to be a blushing virgin until marriage, Snow White.”

Blair glared at the nickname.

She had standards, and wanted things to be perfect, that wasn’t a bad thing.

“I’m off to pack. I alisema goodbye to Serena, but she can’t even remember who she was with last night, so I doubt she recalls. Oh well, I’ll be back inayofuata year. Nice headband.” Georgina looked the smaller girl up and down with a laugh.

Then she was gone.

Blair was left with a hungover best friend, and everyone watching.

She had never hated attention so much, she was so afraid of doing something wrong.

“Serena!” She grabbed her shoulder, hoping it would shake some sense into her. “You’re fourteen!”

Just like the morning, when Kati and Is had beckoned her, Eleanor was now calling her to the sitting area in the same way.

She checked her hair and clothes in the mirror, and straightened everything to make sure it was perfect.

“Coming, mother!”

Satisfied, just, she entered and faced her mother.

“You look tired.” Her mother cut her off, before she could say anything. “And don’t wear that kanzu, koti anymore, it looks like it’s stretched around the waist. The Yves Saint Lauren navy one is much zaidi elegant, zaidi ladylike.”

Blair nodded, numbly.

She had only bought the navy koti, jacket she was wearing now last night, and liked it.

It had been one of her inayopendelewa purchases.

“We’ll put that one in the charity closet, for Christmas… what was I thinking buying wewe that one?… You’ll wear the YSL one tomorrow, but with what else…?”

Eleanor continued talking to her.

Muttering to herself.

Blair just looked down, studying the flooring.

The marble had a very interesting pattern.

Natural perfection, like Serena.

Blair rubbed her head. She shouldn’t have started thinking about Serena again.

Even though Serena had seemed to have stopped talking to her, she was so worried.

“Are wewe listening to me?”

Blair’s head snapped up, and she shook her head apologetically.

“I’m sorry. I’m tired, it was a long day.”

Eleanor stared at her sharply.

“More like a long night. I could tell from looking at wewe that wewe weren’t in kitanda kwa ten. They do call it beauty sleep.”

“I’m sorry.” Blair whispered.

“Good. You’ll go to kitanda straight after chajio, chakula cha jioni tonight.” Another sidelong look, Eleanor had been giving her lots of them recently. “Before dessert.”

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